*** this is all fiction. Any "non-consent" activity should be planned ahead safely for both parties with appropriate consents.
** this is my first time writing so I'm happy to take advice or critique! This was posted in a group as well.
They'd been dating about a year before moving in together. She was quickly climbing in the corporate world and he was comfortable in his job, but money was still a little tight. They were ecstatic when they bought a cozy apartment. Despite the view - an abandoned warehouse - they were happy. Their sex life had always left a little to be desired but it was nothing to complain about at first. She'd spread her legs for him a few times a week and before long he'd cum. During said encounters, she'd run through her to do list or practice future presentations at work. She knew when to moan so he didn't suspect a thing. Once he fell asleep, she had her real fun, fingering herself under the covers while he slept mildly dissatisfied. As she succeeded at work, she became more and more preoccupied at all times of the day. When he'd start kissing her neck or put his hand on her waist, she'd just push him off and mumble an excuse.
Despite their sexual shortcomings, they were a pretty compatible couple. She trusted him with her secrets and he did the same with her. She was clearly the breadwinner so household chores often fell to him. He didn't think about it often but when he did he held some resentment towards her for this. He was raised believing it was natural for a woman to fill these roles. His mother had epitomized this, always looking pretty and having dinner ready when his dad came home. But he bit his tongue and did the chores for his girlfriend. His parents had always been apprehensive about their sons girlfriend for this very reason. He hated her for her withholding, but he loved her too. But she was beautiful and intelligent, the picture of a classy, strong business woman. Although he and many others doubted she got her promotion using purely her business acumen.
Like any other day, he woke up early to go for a run before work. She had a big preparation today so she was already pacing the apartment, muttering her speech quietly. As he grabbed his headphones and ran out the door with their dog, she gave him a quick peck before returning to her practice. After a little longer, she hopped in the shower. A few minutes later, she patted off the excess water and wrapped herself in a short towel and turned on her morning pump up playlist to get ready. She stood in front of her open window and dropped her towel, lost in thought. She did this often and without concern, due to the vacancy of the adjacent building. She put on her corporate pantsuit and a tight white blouse. The one that let her black bra show through just a little.
She was humming the chorus when the music from her speakers cut out. She walked to the kitchen to find the source of the problem. That's when she noticed the open apartment door. Probably nothing, she thought slowly looking around, very apprehensive. Seeing nothing out of place, she slowly walked back to the bedroom just to make sure. The door slammed shut from the other room and her heart sank. She bolted to the now shut door. In her panic, she didn't notice the man only partially hidden in the coat closet. Or the man crouched in her kitchen. The man in the closet laughed to himself. This bitch actually thought she could reach the door and pass through it into safety. He liked letting their hands get mere inches from the door handle when he took them.
Her fingertips brushed the cold metal and she felt brief relief. Then her neck jerked back painfully as a hand covered her mouth and another yanked her hair before she could get an adequate grip. The door remained shut.
"Cutting it a little close there, Dan," the man in the kitchen said as he rose from his hiding spot.
"Just grab her legs, asshole."
She unsuccessfully screamed out and tried to squirm away from her assailants, but their grip on her was iron clad. She could taste dirt on the hand stifling her. They threw her on the bed violently. Ian grabbed the first thing he saw to stuff in her mouth to shut her up. A slightly damp dog toy as it turned out. Her surprise and terror clouded her observation skills but the smell and the wetness called her attention. Ian chuckled at the apparent disgust written on her face.
One man sat with his knees straddling her head, holding her arms down while the other held her legs in one hand and he traced his fingers up and down her thighs. She thrashed in disgust the closer he got to her crotch.
She received a sharp slap to her cheek and her ears rung in response. "Hold still, bitch."
When she failed to follow instruction, Dan sighed. He held down firmly on her milky, smooth throat to compress her trachea. She tried to grab at his arm and thrashed even more. Her consciousness began to fade as the edges of her vision darkened. Dan released at the precise right time, in a way only a practiced hand could.
She gasped and coughed under her pinned shoulders. "Maybe now you'll listen." She begrudgingly decided to cooperate for now.
